Amidst the vast outstretched lush green
At the heart of my city
The milieu used to be so serene
But now it's no more - what a pity!
Oh my fellow city men, - you look so mournful
Due to some unfathomable grief and sorrow plentiful.
I wonder what can be the reason behind this agony
Haven't thou learnt to face the destiny?
Wandering from one corner of the city to the other,
I found the mob in pensive dither;
And finally I came to know the answer.
My fellow city men are bereaved for their leader.
A leader indeed in the true sense of the word.
Whose deeds inspire reverence in a bard;
A leader who has exemplified courage,
Who has been a true icon of patronage;
Stupendifying the entire bunch of country men
With his divine bestowed skills and sheer excellence
But one must realize that nothing can last forever.
Everything in this world be it human life be it success, is ephemeral.
The golden days now lost in the abyss of oblivion,
Should be conveyors of new hopes and sources of inspiration.
Let the dawn of an unblemished era befall on you,
Ending the gloom of nostalgic memoirs and bringing dreams anew.
Let not the spirit of dominance die off from your heart
Because somebody among you is our future leader.